Searching for a destination of passionate benevolence

yet unrequited yearnings is all that is found

back into a reality of love washed bland.

Nothing more than habitual rituals of love

an empty shell decorated to seem full and wonderful yet it holds no treasure

Gagged by bonds of un-idealistic notions of affection.

Pragmatic sense of life being pushed on the ambiguity of my soul

Indecisive is me as the indifference expands

Growing hard and cold as the love given

And now being returned

Inner growth has come to a stop

Yet the longing has not

A glimmer of hope still sparks behind self-blinded eyes

Awaiting an awakening of surreal contingency